This Sunday evening we celebrated our new senior Pastor (Steve Davis) being with us for one full year.  The church board announced last week that we would be taking up a love offering for the Davis’s and that we would be having a pot luck dinner in place of the evening service (which is what we are doing right now). 

Now the church is providing the meat (BBQ Pork and the sauces) and the church peeps just had to bring some side dishes.  And I’m all about some free food.  But I almost wish we had little name cards by the food so we could see who made what . . . because some of this food looks great and some . . . not so much.  That would be the luck part of a pot luck.

This got me to thinking about what we do to celebrate stuff.  We eat.

I guess that’s the way we as people celebrate most anything . . . birthday parties we eat, luncheon banquets we eat, any excuse for food we eat. 

I mean, eating is such a basic need . . . but one we take very seriously.  We don’t celebrate anything sleeping or by exercising . . . or by practicing any other basic need of life. 

I suppose eating utilizes most of the senses . . . even sound (there is a particular sound of a large group of people eating . . . and they say that if you hear the sound of food being prepared that it can make you hungry).  

Why am I even thinking about this stuff ?  Well I’m currently hiding out in the sound booth as the celebration finished up.  I mingled with people for about 20 minutes at the start . . . but large crowds of people make me uneasy. 

Well I don’t get nervous in like . . . shopping malls I suppose.  Just in places where I feel the pressure to make small talk with people. 

I’m such a social recluse.  I suppose I should go mingle again now . . .